This is one of my favourites <3333
People think the sun is happy,
That he warms us with a smile,
But what if actually he's not,
And actually, he's crying,
Maybe sunburns are his anger,
And heatwaves are his cries,
He shines bright every morning,
While, every night, he dies.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
